A struggle for triumph


Darkness covers my body and pain covers my eyes
Humiliation is all i know, ive been the black sheep since before time
Im in a tunnel but theres no way out
Tears turn into dust like the river in my heart has a drought
Liquid courage is my gate free from the criticism from friends and family
Im not the best but if my heart was a composer it would be Miles Davis,playing something slow and sorrowful
If it was a artist
It would paint red and blue paint on the canvas
Red representing the anger and bitterness in my heart Blue for the sadness and depression I always faught
Trying to leave a good legacy but this so-called life leaves me going in circles and doesn't miss a beat
throwing daggers at my chest and chains around my feet
Keeping me in the same spot
But I remember what I was taught
When times get rough keep on trucking and dont give up.
I keep going but i always end up in quick sand and I run out of luck
Im tired of these songs of pain and sorrow so for now ill turn my radio off and get prepared for another day tomorrow.
so for now ill turn my radio off and get prepared for another day tomorrow.

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